Her Court, His Crime - Chapter - 1

Chapter 1: The Press Conference

Abigail Alarie/Fl

“The empire Alain Scott built is not made of glass and steel. It’s soaked in blood. And I intend to prove it in court.”

The room fell silent after her words. Dozens of eyes locked onto her like she’d just pulled the trigger on someone untouchable.

She stood tall behind the podium, sleek in a tailored black suit, her presence magnetic and cold. Behind her, the city’s seal gleamed. In front of her, the media vultures hovered—ready to praise, ready to tear.

Abigail Alarie/Fl

reporter

“Do you have proof that Mr. Scott’s empire is criminal, Miss Alarie?” (a reporter asked, pushing forward, mic shaking slightly.)

Abigail Alarie/Fl

(She smiled—)

Abigail Alarie/Fl

“What’s hidden beneath gold often reeks of blood. And this city has ignored that stench long enough.”

The flashes went off again. Questions blurred. Voices overlapped. And then— The doors opened.

Every head turned. The air thinned. He walked in like silence followed him. Dark suit, precise steps, unreadable face—Alain Scott.

To the world, he was an empire in motion. A businessman, philanthropist, symbol of clean success.

Security moved but he lifted a single hand—controlled and casual—and they stopped

Alain Scott/ml

(He walked straight up to the stage, the press frozen in confusion. Then, without asking, he took the mic beside her.)

Alain Scott/ml

“Quite the introduction,” (he said, voice smooth as expensive whiskey.) “I should hire you for PR, Miss Alarie.”

Abigail Alarie/Fl

(Abigail turned her head. Their eyes met.)

Abigail Alarie/Fl

(breath hitched)

He smirked. She didn’t blink.

Abigail Alarie/Fl

“Mr. Scott,” (she said calmly,) “It’s unwise to crash a press conference, especially when you’re the subject of it.”

Alain Scott/ml

(He tilted his head slightly.) “Crashing implies I wasn’t invited.” (A pause.) “Maybe you wanted me here.”

Abigail Alarie/Fl

(She ignored the bait.) “Your silence under oath will be more interesting.”

Alain Scott/ml

(He chuckled, quiet and slow, gaze lingering on her longer than necessary.) “You always did like drama.”

Something flickered in her. The press hadn’t noticed—but she did. That wasn’t public knowledge. Not the way he said it. Not the way he looked at her.

Abigail Alarie/Fl

(She straightened her shoulders.) “Court awaits the truth, Mr. Scott. No theatrics needed.”

Alain Scott/ml

(Alain gave a small bow, mocking.) “Then I look forward to seeing you... in court.”

Abigail Alarie/Fl

(But just before stepping off the stage, he leaned in—so close she could feel the whisper of his breath near her ear.)

Alain Scott/ml

“Still talk in your sleep, little firefly?”

Abigail Alarie/Fl

(She froze. Her throat tightened. The name. No one—no one—called her that.)

He was him. she remembered.

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